Well, I managed to maintain my weight from last week. Which is a miracle, really, because I have been eating like crap.
There was a french-fry incident last weekend. Followed by chocolate cake. Followed by low-rate falafels at my brother's university campus (which I'm sure were a million calories and had zero nutritional information), and some cookies yesterday. It's not been a good show.
In fact, I think my body is starting to reject vegetables! Last night I was out at dinner with my hubba-hubba, and I felt compelled to order a vegetable juice because I hadn't been eating very many veggies lately. It was a spinach, beet, garlic, and cucumber juice. BLEEECCH. I had to plug my nose to get it down. What is *wrong* with me?
Anyway, I'm climbing back into the saddle again - but my arse is getting sore from riding this thing for waaaaay too long. I want off! Alas, it will take some more time. And commitment.
I loathe the feeling of my jeans fitting tight. LOATHE. But I looove the feeling of my pants fitting loose - even if they're hanging off me. It reminds me of what I've accomplished.
All this to say, that I was relieved to get on the scale this morning and not be punished again - but I need to work harder. I'm getting reallly good at maintenance, but I'm not ready to stop here. Not a chance!